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Iíve been broken of my will, ripped at the soul
Here I lay alone wishing for deathís hand
My blades are stained red in my many calls
My only hope is to die in peace

But that is not possible

Those around try to help me but they simply delay
I cannot die I cannot live I am trapped in hell
Between selflessness and self-fixation I lay burning
I cannot save myself without killing them
Within this bind I suffer

I just wish they could forget me
I wish I could be freed
But I canít without paining thee
So Iím trapped from doing this deed

To be born is to be sentenced hell
To live is to wish for death
My souls trapped in a holding cell
I wish tonight I had my last breath

I know that I am nothing and that they are all
I cannot harm them yet I pain myself in so
Hell is a dual edged sword for one or the other
I just wish to die in solitude

Owned by Dustin Smith: Bastardofbodom666
Written by bastardofbodom666 (Helvete Blod)
Published | Edited 20th Mar 2012
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